Tiny dancer
Lindsay c
I Wish I wish I was six, So I could stay at home sick. I wish I was four So I couldn’t slam my door. I wish I was two, So my mother could bend down And tie my shoe. I wish I was young, Because I knew how to hold my tongue. But now that I am old, I need to grow up. And learn how to fill my own cup. It is my choice if the cup is half full, Or half empty.
Princess of Dance Sometimes dance makes me feel tight, Other times it just switches a light, In my head In my brain, It makes me gain, The confidence to be who I am, So I can step onstage and BAM! Let the lights shine down, On someone wearing an invisible crown. Because in dance you are a princess, Whether you are sassy or sweet,
You just gotta move your feet, To the rhythm of the drums, If the beat gets you outta your seat Move to beat, Dance gives me freedom, To forget what I say, Make good decisions, And blow people away, It gives me the choice, To show my real self, And not bunched up on a shelf. You gotta love what you do, And do what you love. |
Stop staring mister
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Voice Recordings I Wish: http://vocaroo.com/i/s0owRnmnnTUk Princess of Dance: http://vocaroo.com/i/s0kNs6IRJK0h Stop Staring Mister: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1P9e8G75xB6